Proprietors of Red and Priests against Prozac

Propose one hour of messainic mozart

Wolfgang Amadeus a.k.a. Muzak

Got himself a VISA and went wild in the popmart

The 23rd player thrashing the rest of his team

Flashed his ability to discard the mainstream

Largo to presto he grieves the accelerando's finite

Headphones on tight more beats per minute

Stepping on his watch enters the state of Freedia

Fucking the hostility inherent in the media

From chronological to kairological

Measure of the linear time unjustly installed

as the distinguo between work and pleasure

Serial time personal sublime

Immortalizing the point on the time

That's meandered in a circle

The revolution of all the small parts that constitute the cosmos

in which you speed for a paradise

moving just ahead but slightly faster

Middle-aged monster get out of here!

Cyclical patterns don't fit your square ear

Sensing so slowly you mistake the Sunset of Sole

For the longed-for legendary sunrise of old

Your sexist ratio pervades the hearts

Your racist sexio misinterprets the arts

Decay's seized your sensorial protection

The only thing evil's your own perception

We rest on day seven

On day eight we blast heaven